Oh, fuck everything. Octavia fishes her phone from her pocket (quietly), presses a few (super silent quiet) buttons and types out Alan's address. It's just a few blocks away, over in the same direction she'd been running when she first passed Brooke.
She makes as if to show Brooke the phone, then suddenly holds it against her chest with a cagily-embarrassed scowl. DNW MORGUELADIES TELLING FRIENDS ABOUT HER WUSSING OUT.
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Oh, fuck everything. Octavia fishes her phone from her pocket (quietly), presses a few (super silent quiet) buttons and types out Alan's address. It's just a few blocks away, over in the same direction she'd been running when she first passed Brooke.
She makes as if to show Brooke the phone, then suddenly holds it against her chest with a cagily-embarrassed scowl. DNW MORGUELADIES TELLING FRIENDS ABOUT HER WUSSING OUT.